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Mom And Basketball-Personal Narrative

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“Mom, Mom, look at this. Can I get this for my birthday?” I asked, pointing at the basketball. “You don’t even play basketball, so it’ll be useless.” Mom said, not even looking at the ball with Official NBA Spalding logo embossed on the dark red pebbled leather. “Why don’t you play with what you already have. You have two million toys in your playroom, and I only see you play with three.” “But mom, I don’t have a basketball,” I whined, knowing that she’ll give in after a while. “Yes, you do. I got you one last year and you never play with it.” She tried to reason with me as she always did at the beginning. But after enough nagging and whining, I knew she would cave in. “Mom, the one you got me was from Target. It’s made out of orange plastic. …show more content…

“I told you no already, just go inside and stay with your Dad. I’m going to the store to get emergency supplies for the hurricane. When I come back, I hope you thought about your attitude towards me.” At the dinner table, I decided to beg my dad because I knew he would be easier to convince than my mom. “Dad, you should have seen this basketball at Olympia sports it was all...” “Yeah, I heard from your mom and my answer is no,” dad said. He picked up the TV remote. Then casually, he pressed the buttons for the news channel. There was a reporter that was talking about the hurricane and how it devastated the northeast coast. “Why don't you watch about the news instead of squandering your time. Suddenly, the lights went out. I flinched and looked like I saw a ghost, “Daddy, what are we gonna do?” “Well, you’re gonna go to sleep, while I try to contact mom.” Dad said, focusing on the phone in his hands. I pulled my hair as hard as I could and screamed. After a while, my dad looked at me and talked about spoiled children, “you should learn some gratitude for us adults, you know Andrew? Now go to

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